Fire

I’ve written much about hard things on this blog before. Many of the stories behind these words still ignite tears and prayers—the people spoken of are friends and family. Now, like the hem of a dress lovingly sewn by hand they surround my life, bring beauty, and keep me from unraveling.



Our neighbor's home right across the street.



This fire, the Black Forest fire, threatened to consume our home, our traditions, our memories, our neighbors, and much practical stuff—stuff with attached importance; some that could have never been replaced.



I returned to my own words. I needed to hear again what God had lovingly spoken to me. As I read the list I created for the Hard Things post, I remembered many of you telling me you were printing out that list and keeping it in your Bible as a prayer guide. Two items screamed loudly:

3. Take time to ponder, be still, and know.
                         Psalm 46:10



5. Listen to God through his word, through
    wise friends, through books.    
                          Isaiah 55:1-3

Both difficult this week. Thank you for standing in the gap for us.

It is almost impossible for me to pray when I am intimately involved with that which needs prayer. Those who continue to text scripture to us, you are ministering deeply. Thank you to our pastor, Mark Bates and his words from Romans 8:26. The Spirit is interceding; this verse has never been so real. Thank you to my friend Diane Otten who sent a word-picture that was easy to copy and pray, dear God, please keep a bubble of protection around our home.

 



Another simple, yet profound encouragement was the lovely picture of the peace lily my sister Barbara sent; then another mentioned Lamentations 3:22 in the NIV which has become my go-to scripture this week, “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed.” And thank you to Sandy Marthaler who put the two together. Sandy, that is a special gift. I plan to frame it when this chapter closes.

A huge gift comes from our friends Jason and Kara Tippetts. While they vacation in the mountains, they loaned us their home—big enough for us, our son and daughter-in-law, and their two children; they are in the midst of a cross-country move. Three year old Judah loves all the new toys.

Their above-and-beyond generosity comes from their church family who are providing meals for us. It is wonderful to not think about these details. Thank you, Westside PCA.

A scripture passage that I’ve been ruminating on this week comes from Daniel 3. Although Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were tossed into a burning fiery furnace, they came out alive, having walked with Jesus (I wonder what they talked about), without even the smell of smoke on them.

We too have been surrounded by fire; we didn’t expect our home to survive—it appears it has; we want to listen to God and hear from Him in the midst of the smoke and the ashes; and we desire that others will see God as the God who rescues.

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,”

                                           Lamentations 3:22

Anniversary Ministry

Diane and I have been friends since 1981. I remember the first time we met. We had recently moved to a new city and were looking for a church home. When we entered the foyer that Sunday morning I immediately noticed Diane. Her kind smile encouraged me to come over and introduce myself. It appeared that our sons might be the same age; they were. That was the beginning.

As our friendship developed I realized we had a lot more in common than our sons. We both shared a heart for ministry to women. Diane opened her home every week for a large women’s Bible study and even provided baby-sitters. What a gift! It was there that I got to know several women who are friends to this day. Thank you, Diane.

In 1988 our family moved away, with many good memories and enough commonalities to allow our friendship to prosper even from a distance.

Recently, I observed another fun fact about Diane and me--we are both prolific questioners. In many cases, Diane’s questions have helped me clarify my own beliefs. Those are good questions.

Diane’s heart for ministry took a quantum leap forward this past spring.

She and her husband Terry teach a Sunday school class full of the parents of couples with young children—about the age we were when we first met. Bill and I were attending the annual missions conference and Diane and Terry opened their class for us to teach that morning. During the announcements, Terry mentioned that next Sunday he and Diane had a surprise for the class.

If anyone had wondered about what the surprise might be, I bet they never guessed correctly.

In an above-and-beyond picture of marriage, Diane and Terry showed up the next Sunday morning (their 40^th anniversary) in their wedding attire. Diane still fits into her gown! They ordered a wedding cake resplendent with raspberry filling and the cross that adorned their real wedding cake 40 years ago. They brought their pictures. Diane even prepared a brunch for the entire class (no small undertaking); the photographers and videographers recorded the entire morning.

But the best part was Diane and Terry talked through their marriage and what it looked like to commit to for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer; in sickness and in health. Their stories and vulnerability deeply encouraged all those in the class who are much closer to their 10^th anniversaries. I wish we could have been there. I’m sure my eyes would have glistened as I applauded their hearts and their courage.

More than anything, Diane wanted to communicate the faithfulness of God. He has been faithful to she and Terry through the realities on two becoming one. He is also faithful to everyone who was blessed by their testimony that morning.

Our God is also a creative God. I love the way His creativity displays itself in the lives of my friends.

“Oh magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together!” Psalm 34:3

Something about Solitude

Summer is almost here. It ushers in its own unique rhythm. We will play with our GRANDS, camp with good friends, there will be a few ministry trips tucked in, and a big part of this season will be spent at "The Sanctuary" our small cabin in the Colorado mountains where we will recharge and refuel. Summer is the season of sabbath for us. In her post below, Beth Lueders shares how this discipline can start even as a teen and speak of what is truly important. Thank you Beth for letting me share your words.

Perspective is one of those words I’ve thought about having etched on my tombstone. You may not know it, but for most of junior high through college years, I mowed a cemetery on the bluff overlooking my rural Nebraska hometown. On those muggy summer days when I mowed around hundreds of tombstones with both a riding and push mower and then manicured stone markers closely with hand clippers and even by plucking, I learned a thing or two about perspective, perseverance, and perspiration—all part of being resilient. (I still have mild calluses at the base of my fingers from years from squeezing manual grass clippers. Wish I had a Weed Whacker back then!!)
There was something mind-cleansing about cruising along on my mighty mower in the open edges of that cemetery and looking out of the farmlands and my hometown a couple miles in the distance. Summer after summer I could zip along glued to the slightly padded mower seat and work on my tan, all the while refreshing my view of everyday life. Somehow alone, except for the hundreds of early settlers and townsfolk now silent in their graves, I could muddle through my problems (catching the eye of cute guys, understanding algebra, improving my volleyball serve, lining up my new fall wardrobe, helping choreograph swing choir moves . . . and on an on).
Perspective. It’s the ability to look underneath and all around at the people and circumstances of life to see the big picture. Or as one dictionary states, “a view or vista; the ability to perceive things in their actual interrelations and comparative importance.” Like my days on that vista above my hometown, I daily need to pause and refresh my view of what’s truly important and what has eternal value.
I  like what British rabbi Jonathan Sacks says happens when people pause to turn to God throughout the day. “We recover perspective. We inhale a deep breath of eternity.” Recovering our perspective each day makes us more brave and resilient for tomorrow and increases our capacity to exhale the here and now and inhale deep breaths of eternity.

Peggy's Story

The informational sign plastered at the end of the long hallway intrigued her: "Things to do for Healthy Living."

She pondered it over and over as she walked the hospital corridors trying to reach her goal of a mile a day—an ambitious trek for someone recovering from lung cancer.

Scattered among the advice you would expect were two surprises: ten minutes of quiet each day and a daily Bible reading time.

A daily Bible reading time (Peggy called it her quiet time) was an ingrained part of her life. But this sign differentiated between 'quiet' and her 'quiet time'. It caused her to pause.

Quietness (not just a quiet time) – a key for physical health.

A year and a half later, Peggy and her husband Randy were on home leave from their responsibilities with TEAM (The Evangelical Alliance Mission) at the Black Forest Academy where they had been serving for the last 13 years. They attended a retreat sponsored by Barnabas, a missionary care organization. Again, the Lord challenged her with the concept of quiet.

One morning the participants were invited to enjoy a morning of quiet starting  when they woke up, no talking with their spouse, no visiting around the breakfast table. After eating they would go by themselves to rest their minds and listen for the voice of God. For Peggy it was a bit weird, but refreshing at the same time as she sat by the water, just she and God.

In the quietness of the morning two things came into focus.

1.   She realized to enjoy the quiet she needed to be confident of her security in   Christ. She clung to Romans 11:29.

2.   God illustrated this security for her with the memory of the CT scans she experienced because of her lung cancer. The technicians doing the scans and the doctors reading them know everything about her physically. Her interior body is naked before their eyes.

Being quiet before God is like being naked, exposed before Him, similar to Eve in the garden, she was naked and not ashamed. Genesis 2:25.  

 

Quietness – also a key for spiritual health.

I too have learned to start my quiet time with a time of quiet: I love to be still and enjoy God's creation, resting with Him before opening my Bible. I want to be  present to the one who is present with me. It is good.

“People expect too much from speaking, and too little from silence.”                Henri J.M. Nouwen.

“For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.’” Isaiah 30:15



As God Enters

“And so we are transformed much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.”
II Corinthians 3:18, The Message translation

As God enters--those three words toward the end of the verse caused me to pause, to ponder, to question.

As God enters—how does that happen; how does God enter my life? I want to be transformed; I want to become brighter and more beautiful; I want to become like him; I want God to enter.

I prayed, God, I don’t want to miss your voice here, your message for me. How do you enter my life? I sat; I listened. Three pictures emerged.

The first picture was a door barely open; it was really just cracked. I heard God’s still small voice say, Sue entry begins when you learn Truth. For you, scripture memory is an important key to cracking the door, starting you on the road to becoming more like me.

I remembered memorizing II Corinthians 4:7 some time ago. “But we have this treasure in jars of clay …” (some translations say “unadorned clay pots”). I memorized Truth, God's treasure lives in my clay pot; it was a beginning. God cracked the door to my heart.

In the second picture, God pushes the door open a bit farther. I become aware

of certain things—OK, lies—I’ve come to believe consciously or sub-consciously that define how I react to life. Digging out the Truth that sets the lie on its head is an important step for me.

The lie I believed was to have significant ministry I need a role, a title, you know … the stuff that make business cards worth their money. He showed me that I had a ways to go in believing the Truth that it is the unadorned clay pot that holds His treasure, not the role I'm filling, or the title I hold. I began praying II Corinthainas 4:7. I really wanted it to characterize my life.



The last picture is one of God opening the door wide—a very grand gesture, like a parent welcoming a prodigal. This is when God uses a real life situation to illustrate His Truth. (Sometimes this welcome is a hard welcome.)

The door blew wide open; God’s answer evident. Three times over the course of two days, three female friends approached and shared how my words ministered to them.

LOL!

The description of my encouragement toward them had nothing to do with a Bible study I led; a talk I gave; a retreat I facilitated; each was in the context of everyday conversation. You are kidding! That encouraged? YES!

I think I’m getting it. God wants to use me, an ordinary clay pot without a title to print on a business card, to let His light shine.

“Knowledge of the Truth doesn’t transform you; you need to trust the Truth. When you trust the Truth, you experience the Truth. When you experience the Truth, you are transformed.” Bill Thrall

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” Revelation 3:20

PS. These are pictures of our front door. I would love to have you enter too. We could share a cup of coffee or tea and enjoy each other's friendship.



Busy ~ Too Busy

It was early January when I phoned a colleague to invite her for coffee.

An idea was percolating in me and I thought she might like to be part of it. I shared briefly. She responded with three rapid-fire questions: “Do you need more things to do?” “Are you looking for ministry?” “Do you have room on your calendar?”

In a split second, inside my head and with a bit of defensiveness, I responded: no, yes and no, yes. Her questions raised feelings of guilt. Shouldn't there be room on my calendar? I don’t remember my verbal responses.

The questions seemed like accusations. All at once I felt guilty, discouraged, frustrated, and unimportant. Later my husband listened and bore the brunt of my complaining words.

God listened too and reminded me of a personal susceptibility. I live with a lie that was planted in me as a child.

The lie—ministry is activity. The activity creates worth.  All lies are not equally dangerous. There is a modicum of truth in those words. Much ministry does involve activity; leading a Bible study is an activity. The lie piece of the equation results from believing ministry is only the things that I do.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5

"And God blessed them ... "Be fruitful..." Genesis 1:28

The truth of these words from John 15 and Genesis 1 contradict my lie. They teach me that ministry is the fruit that results from abiding. God desires for me to be something; to live out my creation.

Cynthia Heald, author and speaker, recently reminded me: my worth to God in public is who I am in private. All who observe me should perceive I have been with Jesus.

My lie caused me to judge my colleague. Maybe her full calendar resulted from her abiding. I don’t know.

Busyness is not a fruit of the spirit; faithfulness is. I saw her as busy; perhaps she was being faithful to that which God called her. After all Proverbs 31:27 teaches to not eat the bread of idleness. Idleness would not describe her life.

I want to maintain white space on my calendar. I also want to be busy doing that to which the Lord has called me. And I want to be a woman who gives freedom to others to define how they follow the Lord. I also need to remember that ministry is abiding and that leads to my activity. Busyness is not a fruit of the spirit.

“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.” Colossians 3:23

A Spring Snowstorm and God's Voice

Historically March and April deliver the most Colorado snow. The weather gives no heed to the calendar declaring the first day of spring in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Spring snow extends the season for the ski resorts; it provides necessary moisture for our dry, and in some areas, fire-scorched earth. But my friends and I grumble. We want crocuses, and daffodils, and tulips, and the warm days that speak of spring. God, who created and delivered the snow, also speaks through it.

May 1, 2013 – I wake to a gray sky. Snow has been sprinkled over my deck like salt from a salt shaker. The forecast calls for a much heavier sprinkling before the day is gone.

Mid-morning – the snowy-rain (or is it rainy-snow) is falling in earnest.  My deck glistens with the wetness of the moisture.

Mid-afternoon – all snow. It accumulates on the deck and the grassy areas, not the roads.

Late-afternoon – The roads are slick; the snow blankets; temperatures fall; ice warnings.

May 2, 2013 – The brilliant blue sky so common in Colorado is the backdrop for the heavy snow- laden branches of the pines. The beauty quiets the grumblings.



About 6"





It melts and evaporates quickly.



God speaks. As I page through my Bible looking for the familiar scripture about rain and snow falling down from heaven, I come upon another familiar, memorized, but long-forgotten scripture,

“May my teaching drop as the rain, my speech distill as the dew, like the gentle rain upon the tender grass, and like the showers upon the herb.” Deuteronomy 32:2

I cease my search; I am stopped. Why this scripture? Why now? I listen. God speaks. The lives of your friends are like tender grass and delicate herbs. What about your words? Are they gentle? Tender and gentle, I ponder these words; I remember the recent past. Ouch. Deuteronomy 32:2 becomes part of my personal prayers, God, please help me. Help me remember how tender my friends are. Help me to keep my words gentle. Amen.

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving see to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55: 10 and 11